Whenever she asked what they had discussed, Mark would simply take her hand.

“There’s something I need to arrange,” he told her.

“Please trust me.”

She found it strange.

They had always told each other everything.

There had never been secrets between them.

But Mark seemed unusually determined not to explain.

Eventually, she stopped asking.

She assumed he was discussing medical matters that he didn't want her to worry about.

Perhaps he was arranging his treatment.

Perhaps he was completing paperwork.

Perhaps he was preparing for the possibility that his illness would become worse.

She never imagined that he was preparing something specifically for her.

The Day Everything Changed

Mark's condition eventually deteriorated to the point where he had to remain in the hospital.

His wife stayed beside him.

She held his hand.

She spoke to him.

She reminded him about their baby.

And even when she was terrified, she tried to give him hope.

Then, one day, Mark died.

For his wife, the world seemed to stop.

She had spent months imagining the moment when she would introduce him to their daughter.

Instead, she had to face the reality that he would never hold their baby.

She remembered his final wish.

He had wanted to become an organ donor if his organs were medically suitable.

So even through her grief, she completed the necessary paperwork.

Her signature was accompanied by tears.

It was one of the hardest things she had ever done.

But she knew it was what Mark wanted.

Then the Doctor Came Running After Her

After completing the final paperwork, she prepared to leave the hospital.

She was exhausted.

She wanted to go home.

She wanted to be alone.

She wanted to somehow process the fact that the man she loved was gone.

Then she heard someone calling her.

“Wait!”

She turned around.

It was Mark's doctor.

He was walking quickly toward her.

Something about his expression immediately made her stop.

He looked nervous.

And he was holding something behind his back.

“Mark gave me this three weeks ago,” the doctor said.

She stared at him.

“What is it?”

The doctor hesitated.

“He was very specific.”